Destiny: The Legendary Hunter

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The wind rolled across the empty desert plains of the Cosmodrome, in the distance, a lonely comms tower buzzed with activity, lights faintly blinking around it.

Void stood near the edge of an old loading platform, arms crossed, eyeing the horizon. His eyes scanned above, waiting for any arrivals. Obsidian flickered beside him like a silent ember, occasionally casting pings across the local radar. But the screen remained blank.

Until now.

'A sharp ping, someone's here.'

Void turned his head, expecting to see Shaxx. But then, the space shifted around him and light condensed into a form.

Void raised a brow.

"Amos?"

The warlock gave a casual shrug. His robes billowed in the wind, the air seemed to twist around him. He stepped forward and waved. "Long time no see." he replied. "Surprised?"

Void tilted his head slightly. "Where's Shaxx?"

"Couldn't make it." Amos echoed with a click of his tongue. "You'd be surprised how many Hidden are crawling around the Tower these days , everything about you is still locked behind six layers of red tape. With that said, everyone you knew can't really show up that easy. Even if the Vanguard is okay with it, the rest of the Tower still has eyes and ears."

Void faintly smiled, "Despite all that, you still decided to show up?"

"Nope." Amos said plainly, his eyes scanned the vast desert. "We had a group vote, and unfortunately, I lost."

"Right." Void shook his head.

Amos chuckled. He paused, then stepped forward, looking out across the debris fields. His posture shifted, as his shoulders drooped.

"I did have another reason to show up." he said after a moment. His eyes flickered as a memory flashed in his mind. "On the moon. You saved me back there. Without you, I'd probably be among those left behind in the craters." 

Amos clenched his fists. A frown curled on his brows, but immediately went away.

Void didn't answer. He just kept staring.

"I mean it," Amos said, quieter now. "You didn't have to do any of that. But you did. Thank you."

Void glanced at him, brow lifting. "That all?"

Amos gave a dry chortle. "Guess it is."

There was silence for a beat. Then Void leaned against a rusted girder.

"I guess people really do change." He took in a breath, "I appreciate it. Though I still need to talk to Shaxx."

Amos raised a brow. "Try me."

Void turned slightly, "How's the Crucible doing?"

Amos didn't answer immediately.

"It's not," he said finally. "They froze it. Since your exile, anything even remotely connected to you got locked down. Crucible exercises. Training for New Lights. All of it."

Void blinked, surprised but not entirely shocked.

"Because of me?"

Amos nodded. "Not everyone agrees, but no one wants to be the one who says yes, either. Safer to leave it buried."

Void looked out over the Cosmodrome again. The wind rustled his cloak.

He chuckled once. "What about Shaxx? I don't think he'd take that quietly."

Amos turned to him, "He didn't. Vanguard got involved, allowed us to do a skirmish here and there. But nothing on a bigger scale."

Void went on, voice cool, almost amused. "Let's say…that a whole bunch of new lights wanted to try out the crucible. What would Shaxx do?"

Amos laughed

"Oh," he said, "Shaxx would love that. He'd throw open the gates, put on his helmet, and start yelling before anyone in the Tower even noticed."

Void's eyes narrowed slightly, lips pulling into a faint smirk.

"Then I think it's time," he said. "The Crucible deserves to burn bright again."

Amos stared at him for a moment, "How are you gonna manage that?"

"I've got my ways" Void said. "Just tell Shaxx to be ready." 

"Looks like the Tower's gonna be in for a good surprise." Amos contemplated as he walked towards the sand, "I really hope you're right."

"Like I said, leave it to me." Void smiled, "I'll be in touch."

Amos nodded, the light flared around him, then he scattered into glimmer, floating away into the distance.

Void saw him leave, and then he clicked his system window. He quickly shifted to the faction tab.

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[VENOM: 40/60]

[Issue Quest]

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Clicking on the quest, Void manually filled out the parameters. A click later, the system window pulsed.

[Quest: (Tempering the Crucible) has been issued]

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[Cosmodrome]

The Cosmodrome was quiet—well, mostly. It was the sort of calm that didn't last long.

Waffles vaulted off a rusted shipping container, spraying pulse rifle rounds across a pack of Dregs. "Damn, how many bounties are we at now?"

"I think my stack is almost full." BearSpray said, launching a grenade into the air. 

Undecided slid past a pair of Shanks, finishing them off with a clean shotgun blast. "Less yapping, more grinding. We still gotta get better light levels if we want to continue the next campaign missions."

"Relax, we're literally at the top right now." TheOneWhoKnocks replied, inspecting his pulse rifle mid-fight. 

Gandalf barked, "Dude! Like 30 people joined VENOM yesterday."

"Yup" IEatPaint grumbled, blowing off the head of a Vandal. "Wanna stay at the top, then grind for it."

"Please, you dogs just got lucky you found it earlier." ThunderClappin chuckled.

IkorrasHairline laughed, "No cap." 

"If you ask me, that's snake behavior." LeroyJenkins nodded.

"What?" Waffles frowned, "That's called skill shit stain. You wouldn't know cuz you don't have any."

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New Faction Mission Available!

Activity Unlocked: Crucible — Team Combat Training

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Their Directors blinked. One by one, the word PVP appeared.

There was a collective silence and then the players roared.

"Wait," Waffles said, squinting. "So we fight other players?"

"See this? You've used up all your luck." ThunderClappin smiled, "Come 1v1 me right now."

"Finally," BearSpray muttered. "A chance to dunk on someone who can rage quit."

"Relax bozo, you'll get shit on regardless." LeroyJenkins frowned.

"Just select the damn activity, and lets go!" IEatPaint barked.

The players went through the options, reading all the game modes available. Their eyes flickered as they saw the last one. 

[6v6 PvP (Matchmaking)]

"Alright dogs, come 6v6 then." TheOneWhoKnocks chuckled.

"6v6? We're only 9 people smooth brain." ThunderClappin raised a brow.

Undecided shook his head, "Just grab someone off the Cosmodrome, we've got enough time.." 

"Randoms?" IkorrasHairline's eyes narrowed.

"What? No balls?" Gandalf raised a brow.

"Fine. I'll get three more." LeroyJenkins nodded.

Without another word, the nine players transmatted out of the Cosmodrome and into orbit as they selected the 6v6 private lobby. Then they waited. 

A few minutes later, three more players joined the lobby.

ILoveLoot, FreakyFeet and Dumbledore.

"Alright, its a 6v6 now. Don't cry when you lose." Waffles scoffed.

The matchmaking triggered, selecting a map at random.

The Crucible map was an abandoned foundry—molten metal flowing in channels, steam rising from cracked vents, and the sound of Shaxx's voice thundering across the arena.

As the two teams loaded on opposing sides, Shaxx's voice echoed.

"Guardians," Shaxx bellowed, "Today, you fight not for loot, not for glory—but for the thrill of battle! May the Light guide your bullets!"

On one side stood first VENOM squad: IEatPaint, TheOneWhoKnocks, Gandalf, BearSpray, Undecided, and Waffles.

Across from them, a rowdy-looking bunch: ThunderClappin, IkorrasHairline, LeroyJenkins, ILoveLoot, Dumbledore, and FreakyFeet.

"Alright, don't go negative KD on me now. " Undecided muttered.

"ThunderClappin's pretty good though," said TheOneWhoKnocks. "I've seen that dude doing hella patrols. His gears nice too. Watch out."

"Wait," Gandalf said. "Is that dude's name Dumbledore?"

"F*ck it, we ball." IEatPaint barked, taking charge.

BearSpray's eyes narrowed, "Just don't peek and play safe."

"Or we run around screaming and hope we get lucky?" Waffles suggested.

"That works too."

The horn blew.

Chaos unfolded.

LeroyJenkins, true to his name, instantly shot forwards sprinting mid-map, shotgun blazing as he charged.

TheOneWhoKnocks aimed down sight using his secondary sniper, and fired right at his head. It was a clean headshot with an elimination.

"1-0 dogs!" BearSpray shouted charging into the map's maze.

Waffles and Undecided darted together towards the left most side of the map, where they encountered IkorrasHairline.

IkorrasHairline immediately yelled in chat, "1v2? NO balls."

ThunderClappin darted across the map, slip under the railings and double jumped into the air. He switched to his shotgun and blasted.

TheOneWhoKnocks barely escaped death twice, ducking behind crates and yelling, "STOP BEING GOOD!"

Mid-match, ILoveLoot danced in the open, taunting. He lasted exactly four seconds before IEatPaint triggered his super and deleted him.

Gandalf and Dumbledore clashed in the center, bullets grazed past both as they blinked out. Gandalf pulled out his pulse rifle, "You shall not—!" before getting one-shot mid-quote by Dumbledore with a sniper.

"Ain't got time for that lil bro." Dumbledore chuckled with a smug grin.

It was utter mayhem.

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